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New Fic: Scattered Hearts 2/3
Scattered Hearts
by
Bluespirit
Pairing: VM/OB
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It's the Old West & Viggo is a champion endurance rider.
Warning: AU
Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. The author is not making any claims as to the real life sexualities or preferences of the people portrayed here. This is purely for entertainment, not profit.
Notes:
1. This story draws inspiration from Hidalgo but is most definitely a fantasy. ♥
2. Thanks go, as always, to my wonderful beta![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
xanthefic for her hard work & support. Thanks also to the awesome vagabondage for checking there were no lurking 'Brit-isms' & to the rest of the 'poker gang' for their help. And finally, a huge thank you & choc chip cookie mountain to my personal fic-ness trainer & slash motivational coach, pirate_hussies for her tireless nagging enthusiasm throughout!
3. Grateful hugs to everyone who has endured my obsessive word count for this fic. Just in the interests of completeness : grand total = 16,450! *runs away*
4. Kind feedback is very welcome, thank you. ♥
Archive: Mirrormere, related mailing list & fic community archives.
Scattered Hearts
by
Bluespirit
Previously:~
Viggo squared his shoulders and stepped into the tent…and felt the breath catch in his throat. The interior of the tent was bathed in the soft light of a host of oil lamps and there, kneeling in the centre of the room, was the most beautiful young man that Viggo had ever seen.
He was dressed simply, in nothing but a pair of loosely fitting silk pants, the ivory fabric almost translucent in the lamplight. His honeyed skin shone warmly as if oiled and thick gold cuffs sat snugly against finely boned wrists. The only other adornment to his natural beauty was a scattering of pearls in the lush, brown curls that cascaded down the long muscles of the boy's naked back.
Viggo let out a breath and the kneeling figure looked up, his face so achingly perfect that Viggo felt sure that he was looking at an angel. He found himself ensnared by dark, bewitching eyes. He knew those eyes; he had seen them before - that night in the Sheikh's tent - and they had haunted him ever since. Before he could even begin to put a thought into words the vision before him spoke, his voice as soft and beguiling as a dream.
"Good evening, my Lord of the Fire. My name is Orlando. I am the Jewel of the Desert…I am *yours*, my Lord."
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Chapter Two
Viggo just gaped at the young man. This was the Jewel of the Desert? The Jewel was a *person*? His prize was…the impossibly beautiful boy calmly kneeling at his feet? Viggo snapped his mouth closed and stared. He couldn't think straight - this couldn't be right.
"W-what did you just say, boy?" He asked hoarsely, hoping that he didn't sound too harsh.
"My name is Orlando, my Lord," the boy said, his lilting voice caressing Viggo's senses. He spoke with barely the trace of an accent and the cadence was rich and soothing. "I am the Jewel of the Desert - I am yours, my Lord."
"Mine?" Viggo couldn't believe it. He took off his Stetson and ran a hand raggedly through his hair.
"Your consort. My father did not explain, my Lord?"
"Consort? Wait, your *father*?"
"Sheikh Omar Riyadh, my Lord - he is my father. He has given me to you in recognition of your mighty and honourable achievement in taming the Ocean of Fire. I am yours to command, my Lord."
"Wait," Viggo interrupted, his head swimming as he tried to understand. "Your father is the Sheikh?" The boy - *Orlando* Viggo reminded himself - was the Sheikh's son and he was the prize for winning the goddamn race? "But that's not right, I can't just own you or something. You can't be mine," Viggo said.
"You do not want me, my Lord?" Orlando asked, the pain and disappointment clear in his face and in the hesitant, almost whispered words.
Viggo felt his chest tighten. Yes, he wanted him. He wanted this beautiful, exotic creature kneeling at his feet like he'd never wanted anything in his whole life before and the sudden realisation shocked him to the core. He couldn't explain it but it was like there was a connection, some kind of invisible lasso - and he'd been roped, hogtied and was being reeled in. His hands ached where they were balled into fists to stop himself from just reaching out and touching. Touching that glowing bronzed skin…those tantalising curls - he wanted to bury his face in them and see if they smelled as good as they looked. And hell, that sweet pink mouth - he wanted to taste those ripe lips and drink his fill. Honey, the boy would taste like honey - he was certain. But he couldn't do that - no matter how much he wanted. He couldn't just take what he wanted because someone said that the boy was his.
"It's not that, boy…Orlando," Viggo said, hating the crushed look on the beautiful face and needing to explain. "Your father can't just give you to me. I can't win you in some damn race!"
"But you can - you have, my Lord," Orlando stated calmly. "It is the tradition of my people, the way of our ancestors. I have been chosen for this privilege since before I was born, my Lord. I have been raised to be the Jewel of the Desert. It is my purpose, my destiny and an honour which I embrace. All my life I have known that on reaching my eighteenth year I will belong to the Lord of the Fire - a great man, a man of strength and integrity who will tame the desert and claim me as his own. I am yours, my Lord, to do with as you will."
Viggo felt his resolve weakening. He wanted what was being offered but it didn't seem right. He thought back to that night in the Sheikh's tent. Those soulful dark eyes had looked sad, maybe even scared. Had Orlando been standing there, looking at the man he might be given to, and feeling afraid? Afraid of him or just afraid of being given away to a stranger?
"I saw you - the night before the race, in your father's tent," Viggo said hoarsely. "I saw your eyes, Orlando - you were frightened. Frightened of me. I can't just claim you, especially when you're afraid of me, this isn't right."
"No, my Lord!" Orlando exclaimed, those same eyes now wide and begging to be believed. "I was not afraid of you - I could never be afraid of you for I have wanted you for as long as I can remember."
Viggo felt even more confused and dropped to his knees before the boy. He looked into Orlando's eyes, searching for something - he needed to understand. "What do you mean?"
Orlando looked down, a faint warmth spreading across impossibly chiselled cheekbones. In that moment Viggo knew that he wanted to hold him, kiss that heat away…and never let go. It was crazy; the world didn't work like this - a tired old cowboy didn't just get handed a young, beautiful gift like Orlando. He gathered his thoughts and listened as Orlando continued to explain.
"My father is a wonderful man, a wise and fair ruler of our people and a kind - and often over indulgent - parent," Orlando said, his nose wrinkling adorably as he smiled. "From the day that I was born he has spoilt me. Please do not misunderstand me - my father loves all his children but with me, well, he has always spent that little more time. He has always called me his Jewel and taken great pride and comfort in knowing that my fate is to be bonded with a valiant, good man - the Lord of the Fire." Orlando looked up at him longingly before continuing with his story. "All of my life I have loved horses and my father would take me out onto the great plains of his kingdom and we would ride together for hours. As I grew he began to tell me stories of the heroes of history and then to read to me from books. He recalled tales of a great rider in a far away land - a man of honour who was revered for his adventures and courage." Orlando paused and smiled shyly. "It was you, my Lord, of whom my father spoke - Viggo Mortensen: Cowboy Legend and American Hero. From that time onward I wished for that man - for you - to battle the Ocean of Fire and claim me as his…as *your* own. I longed with all my being to become your consort. My father knew of my desire and approved of you."
"But you couldn't know that I'd come? Or win? Any of the other riders might have won," Viggo said, his head spinning.
Orlando lowered his eyes shyly, long dark lashes fanning out against unblemished skin. "I did know, my Lord - it is written, it is your destiny. Just as I have always known that my destiny is to be yours…forever."
Viggo still didn't understand. "But why did you look so frightened - that night in the tent?"
"Ah, that. I had slipped away from Jaffar, my guard and protector, because I wished to see you. Once I was old enough to read, I devoured every book that I could find about you. So when I heard that you were here with my father I couldn't let you go out into the Ocean of Fire without first looking upon you, even if only for a moment - I *had* to see you. And when I did my heart filled with joy, for I discovered that not only were you a noble man, my Lord, but also handsome and strong. My every wish had been fulfilled and yet I grew frightened, for I knew the hardships which you must face. Please understand, I was not afraid of you, my Lord. But I was afraid *for* you. The desert is a harsh place and though I knew in my heart that you would triumph, I was still worried for the trials that you would endure. My father was as indulgent as ever with my less than proper behaviour, though I did receive quite the telling off from Jaffar - he has been my guard since birth and is very protective of me. He was most unhappy that I had managed to evade his watchful eye and steal away to my father's tent to gaze upon you. He is always concerned for my safety. He says that I can be too headstrong and am apt to take risks. It is not seemly for the Jewel of the Desert to be out without a chaperone." Orlando gave a small, self-deprecating laugh, a light, harmonious sound almost like music. Viggo found himself becoming entranced by this magical creature but he was still unsure.
"But, but…you don't mind? Don't mind that your father has just given you to me? A total stranger?"
Orlando looked up and smiled sweetly. "But you are not a stranger, my Lord. I have known you all of my life. I know that sounds strange and I cannot explain how, but there are unknown forces beyond the realms of mortal man, and it is true nonetheless. I know you, my Lord - I always have. And though my role as your consort dictates that I bind myself to you in body…I also give to you my soul…and my heart - for surely they have been yours all along." Orlando spoke quietly but a fire flashed deep within his smoky eyes as he made the vow.
Viggo felt his resolve finally crumble. The boy wanted him, was offering himself freely. And lord above, Viggo wanted him too. And not just for the pleasures of his body - though he was sure they'd be many - no, he wanted more. He could imagine the two of them sitting and talking, perhaps reading by the fireside at his ranch, or riding together, side by side on the prairie. It was foolish - the daydreams of a lunatic perhaps - but he wanted it. He wanted it all. But he had to be sure. He had always tried to be a good man - the honourable man that the Sheikh and Orlando seemed to think him. So he had to be sure that this was the right thing, that he wouldn't hurt the exquisite young man kneeling before him.
"You really want this? Want me?"
"I do, my Lord. With all my heart," Orlando said quietly but firmly.
Viggo sat motionless, trying to think and understand. It was like being given a gift that he'd never realised that he'd wanted but now couldn't bear to lose. Right or not, he wanted Orlando. He didn't know about destiny or whatever it was that Orlando was talking about - fate, maybe - but he knew that he felt something for this boy, despite having only just met him. By nature he wasn't a fanciful man and yet this boy affected him deeply. He shook his head and sighed, staring at the perfection before him as he tried to make sense of it all.
Orlando bowed his head and lowered his eyes at the deep sigh. "Do I not p-please you, my Lord?" He whispered sadly. "Do you not want me?"
The utter misery of the words tore through Viggo. He took a deep breath. The Lakota had a saying, 'Hearts may be scattered upon the winds until they find their true home'. It felt like he'd been chasing the wind all his life, maybe it was time that he stopped thinking so damn much and just followed it home.
He reached out and gently placed a hand under Orlando's chin, the warmth and softness of the skin sending a tingle along his fingertips. He lifted until he could look into dark eyes, now moist with unshed tears. "You do please me, Orlando," he murmured softly. "Very much."
At that moment Viggo knew that he would strive every day of his life to see the radiant smile lighting Orlando's beautiful face. Happiness shone from the boy and Viggo mirrored that joy with a wide smile of his own. "Lord help me, but you *do* please me, boy. More than I can say…a-and…I do want you."
"Then take me, my Lord, for I am yours."
The softly spoken invitation broke the dam of Viggo's emotions and all thought burst from him save for making this boy his. He stroked the long column of Orlando's throat and slipped his fingers into the thick curls at the nape of his neck. Viggo urged Orlando closer until their lips were no more than a breath apart. "Can I kiss you?" Viggo asked, his breath skittering across the lush mouth so tantalisingly close.
Orlando moaned, a low needy sound that made Viggo's breath hitch and his cock twitch. "P-please, my Lord," Orlando murmured, "before I die of wanting you.…"
The incendiary words were all it took to torch the tinder of Viggo's need and he pulled Orlando close, caressing his hair and wrapping an arm around his slim waist. Their lips finally touched and Viggo felt himself consumed by heat and flame, fire flickering along every nerve as the sweet mouth below him moulded itself to his will. He licked at the full lips, coaxing them to part, and groaned deep in his chest as his tongue pushed into the sweetness of Orlando's mouth. Honey, the boy really did taste like honey. Viggo licked and explored, groaning again as a hesitant tongue slid delicately along his own. He felt a tremor as Orlando moaned softly, slowly returning his caresses, and it was then that it hit him; the boy had never done this before. Orlando had never been kissed. Viggo gradually pulled away, smiling as Orlando followed. He stroked the silken skin of Orlando's neck soothingly.
"Orlando?" Viggo whispered, their lips still touching. "Is this your first kiss?" He felt Orlando pull back a little but kept a hold of his waist, not wanting the boy to go too far. Wide eyes looked up at him shyly, a rosy stain colouring the perfect skin of Orlando's cheeks.
"Yes, my Lord," Orlando said softly. "I am chaste…untouched." He blinked nervously and a tiny pulse fluttered beneath Viggo's fingertips. "I have never b-been with another. I am pure. Everything that I am is yours."
Viggo felt heat rush through him at the innocent confession but tried to smile reassuringly. He was overwhelmed by the trust shining from Orlando's dark eyes and decided then and there to do everything that he could to deserve that trust. He could feel his cock throbbing, already hard and aching from just one kiss, but tamped down his desire. That could wait. For now he had to think of Orlando, think of the enormous gift that he was being offered. He knew that he had to take things slowly and make sure that he didn't scare or upset the boy by moving too quickly. Orlando may have been offering himself willingly but he was an innocent, still a virgin - in every sense - and Viggo knew that he needed to be treated with care and gentleness. Viggo didn't have much experience with making love - hell, he'd never done it - all he'd ever done was fuck, finding the nearest warm, willing body when the loneliness got too much. Orlando deserved more than that; he was like a flighty young colt that needed to be soothed - Viggo had to gradually get him used to his touch. He had to take his time and be patient, Orlando was special. He wanted this to be good, wanted the boy to remember it - for the rest of their lives together. 'Cus he sure couldn't see himself giving Orlando up after this - one kiss had sealed the deal for him - the boy really was his now. And he intended to keep him forever. It was a silent vow but one that Viggo was determined to make good on.
"That's okay, everything's gonna be okay." Viggo ran his knuckles down the impossibly soft skin of Orlando's cheek and traced the outline of his lush lips with a gentle fingertip. Orlando's mouth opened slightly and a hesitant tongue lapped shyly at his finger. Viggo almost groaned as he felt his cock jerk in reaction but he tried to ignore the insistent flesh and concentrate on taking things slowly. He smiled encouragingly and replaced his finger with his mouth, pressing a soft kiss to the alluring lips.
"How about we get a mite more comfortable?" Viggo asked, nodding towards the low bed with its sumptuous cushions.
Orlando ducked his head for a moment before smiling. "I would like that, my Lord."
"Me too," Viggo said, keeping his arm around Orlando's waist as they both stood. The boy was barefoot, standing a few inches shorter than him and he looked up demurely from under sooty lashes. He really was stunning, with a strong nose and jaw line, and such a tempting, sweet mouth. Viggo smiled, still not quite believing that this was happening - that this beautiful boy was really his - and then gave in to the succulent lips before him, taking them in a kiss that left them both breathless. "Come with me," he murmured, taking Orlando by the hand and leading him to the bed. Once there he quickly shucked off his boots and gun belt.
"What do you wish of me, my Lord? I am afraid that I have little knowledge of how to please a man but I will do whatever you desire. I hope that I will not disappoint you."
Viggo felt his cock lurch at the guileless words. The boy obviously had no idea how appealing he - and his innocence - was. "Don't you worry about that. We'll take our time," Viggo said gently. "Just let me take care of you, okay?"
"But it is my duty to serve you, my Lord. To bring you pleasure."
Viggo trailed his fingers through the dense curls at Orlando's neck. "Oh, you will bring me pleasure, blossom - you already do and I want to do the same for you. I want to touch you, taste you - is that all right?"
Orlando's breathing grew more rapid, the pulse point at his throat fluttering erratically, and he nodded quickly. "Oh, yes, my Lord. Please…."
Viggo drew him closer, feeling the lithe body trembling in his arms. "You're not afraid of me, are you?" He asked softly.
"Never, my Lord," Orlando shook his head, silky curls teasing at Viggo's skin. "Though I am…nervous - I wish so very much to please you and yet know that I am unskilled in the ways of love-making. But I am eager to learn. My heart is racing in anticipation of becoming yours completely. I have waited so long for you, my Lord, please do not make me wait any longer."
Viggo groaned inwardly. The boy had no idea how difficult he was making it for him to keep control and not just throw him down and fuck him hard. He took another breath, he had a feeling he'd need to do that a lot before the night was out. But he was going to do this right.
Viggo stroked a hand down the downy skin of Orlando's back. "S'okay, blossom…everything's gonna be okay." He nuzzled at a delicate ear lobe, enjoying the shiver that ran through the supple body so close to his. He pressed a soft kiss to Orlando's cheek and then kissed a path down the elegant column of his throat before moving back up to the other ear for a final touch. Orlando shivered again, letting out a tiny moan and Viggo took the parted lips gently with his own, allowing the kiss to grow in intensity until their tongues were wrapped together in an intricate dance. Without breaking the kiss, Viggo carefully lowered Orlando to the bed, settling them on their sides, their mouths still locked together. They stayed like this for an age until Viggo finally pulled away, needing to cool things off a little as his aching cock pulsed demandingly in his pants.
Orlando's mouth was reddened and kiss-bruised as he lay back gasping on the bed and Viggo had to fight not to dive straight back in for more of the honeyed sweetness.
"Oh, my Lord," Orlando murmured, his eyes dark and alive with need. "You make me feel like nothing I can explain…I have never felt this way before."
Viggo winked and grinned at the artless smile lighting the boy's face. "Just you wait…."
He trailed his hand lightly across Orlando's collarbones, a gentle finger circling each peak before moving lower. Orlando's chest was hairless and as smooth as satin, the burnished skin glimmering in the warm glow of the oil lamps. Viggo dipped his head and kissed the soft skin, licking a teasing path to first one hard nipple and then the other. He heard a startled gasp and looked up to see Orlando staring at him with wide eyes.
"Feels good, huh?" Viggo asked, darting another lick to each juicy nipple. Even the boy's skin was sweet.
"V-very, my Lord," Orlando moaned and Viggo could see the boy's cock filling and beginning to strain against the flimsy fabric of his pants. "My Lord?"
"Hmmm," Viggo lapped at Orlando's nipples some more, smiling as he watched the gossamer covered cock twitch with each motion of his tongue. The boy was so damn responsive.
"Could I…? Um, may I…?"
"What do you want, blossom?" Viggo asked gently, mindful of the boy's hesitancy.
"May I touch you, my Lord? I would be honoured to do so," Orlando murmured, his cheeks warming as he ducked his head shyly.
Viggo smiled, the thought of those graceful hands on his body making his blood pound. "'Course you can. How about I take my shirt off? That be okay with you?"
"Oh, please, my Lord…may I do it?"
Orlando's eyes shone with excitement and Viggo lay back on the deep mattress and smiled. "Whatever you want, blossom."
Orlando smiled gratefully and sat up, carefully reaching out and unbuttoning the worn fabric of the shirt. As each button was undone, Orlando tentatively touched the newly exposed skin. Viggo felt each touch like a brand and breathed in deeply, shocked at how arousing a simple touch could be. His wayward cock throbbed dully again and he tried to ignore it and enjoy the almost innocent touches to his chest and belly. When all the buttons were finally undone, Orlando spread the shirt open and smiled, his eyes wide and appreciative as he slipped it from Viggo's shoulders and carefully placed it on the floor.
"You are so beautiful, my Lord, so handsome," Orlando whispered, trailing gentle fingers across Viggo's skin and tentatively stroking a hardened nipple.
Viggo drew in a sharp breath as the touch sizzled deliciously across his skin. Orlando immediately drew his hand away and lowered his head.
"Forgive me, my Lord. I did not intend to cause you pain." The boy's voice shook.
"Hey, it's all right," Viggo crooned, taking Orlando's hand and placing it firmly on his chest again. "You're doing good. Real good, so don't worry. You didn't hurt me, blossom - just the opposite!"
Orlando opened his mouth, his lush lips forming a silent 'oh' and then he smiled mischievously. "Then I may continue, my Lord?"
"Absolutely," Viggo winked and then drew in another shaky breath as Orlando leant forward and dropped a teasing kiss to his chest. The boy was a quick study, that was for sure.
Orlando swirled his tongue across the firm muscles, seemingly worshipping the tanned skin and reddened nipples. He looked up questioningly and trailed his fingertips through the wiry hair in the valley of Viggo's chest. "You are very masculine, um…here…"
"You mean I have a hairy chest?" Viggo chuckled and stroked Orlando's chest, the bare skin as smooth as porcelain.
"Yes," Orlando nodded, looking a little anxious.
"What's the matter, blossom?" Viggo asked, pulling Orlando to him, his skin tingling and scorched wherever they touched. Everything about this boy drove him wild and made his pulse race but he was determined to take it at an easy pace. No point trying to gallop before you could trot. "Don't you like it?"
"Oh no, my Lord. I do like it - you are very manly. You look how a man should…I am, um…I fear that I am lacking and that you will find me unattractive," Orlando murmured miserably, dropping his head to Viggo's shoulder.
"Look at me, Orlando," Viggo instructed softly and the boy's head shot up, his obedience immediate. "There's nothing wrong with the way that you look. You're beautiful and I wouldn't change a single thing about you." He nodded as Orlando's eyes widened in surprise. "You're perfect just the way you are. You know what I thought when I first saw you? Kneeling over there?" Orlando shook his head. "I thought you were an angel. Thought that I must a died and gone to heaven to look at something as pretty as you."
Orlando smiled tentatively. "That it how I felt when seeing you for the first time, my Lord. You are the most beautiful man that I have ever seen, could ever have dreamt of…." He stroked Viggo's face gently, just skimming the pads of his fingers across the slight growth of beard that Viggo hadn't had time to scrape away before his visit to the Sheikh.
Viggo mirrored the touch, the skin of Orlando's jaw line feeling as soft as satin. "Well, I don't know about that but as long as you don't mind putting up with this old cowboy…."
Orlando giggled, an intoxicating sound that Viggo found himself wanting to hear forever more. "You are not old, my Lord!"
"Older than you."
"Distinguished, my Lord." Orlando giggled again. "And very, *very* handsome!"
"Ah, well, as long as you're happy," Viggo grinned, delighting in the boy's energy. He pulled him closer, rolling them over until they lay on their sides again, facing one other. "That's all that counts, blossom." He kissed the still giggling mouth and stroked the lean muscles of Orlando's back. As his hands moved lower and brushed across the firm, silk covered globes of Orlando's ass, the giggles soon turned to sighs and moans. Despite the layers between them, he could feel the heat of Orlando's cock against his hip, growing harder as their bodies pressed together. He slowly pulled his mouth away, peppering tiny kisses to Orlando's cheeks and neck before pushing him to lie flat on the bed. He continued with the kisses, covering every inch of satin-soft skin with butterfly touches as he moved down the lithe body, caressing and kissing all the way. He paused when he reached Orlando's flat belly, noticing for the first time a small tattooed sun, fiery flames radiating from its centre. "What's this?" He asked, tracing the patterned ink curiously with his fingertips.
"Your mark, my Lord," Orlando answered simply, as if it explained everything.
"*My* mark?"
"The mark of the Lord of the Fire. It was placed upon me when I was but a child to signify to all that I was your consort - that I was the Jewel of the Desert. I bear it with pride, my Lord and have done so during all my years of waiting and longing for you."
Viggo kissed the yellow and red ink, and smiled. "I'm here now."
"Yes, you are," Orlando whispered breathily, his eyes darkening with desire. "Please? Make me yours, my Lord."
Viggo pushed his hips against the mattress, his cock straining against his pants. If the boy carried on like this he didn't know if he'd be able to control himself. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply.
"My Lord?"
Viggo kissed the taut belly again and looked up. "S'okay, blossom. We're getting there."
Orlando wriggled a little, the movement sending delicious aftershocks tingling along Viggo's nerves. "Could we get there a little more quickly, my Lord?"
Viggo laughed at the gentle teasing, captivated by the boy's spirit. "Oh, you're gonna be trouble, I can just see that!" He chuckled, ghosting his fingers across Orlando's sides and making him squirm and giggle. He moved up and pulled the still laughing boy closer, swallowing the giggles in a deep kiss. He pushed into Orlando's mouth and coaxed the boy's tongue back into his own, sucking on it gently. Orlando's wriggling changed and soon he was pushing rhythmically against Viggo and letting out breathy little moans that made Viggo's heart beat faster. Viggo broke their kiss as he reached between them and placed his hand at the waistband of the flimsy silk pants that Orlando wore. He paused and saw Orlando nod and push his hips upward, begging for more. Slipping his hand inside he stroked the dusky curls at Orlando's groin before lowering the pants and freeing his straining cock. The boy was even beautiful here, his long slender shaft arching up towards Viggo's hand. Orlando hissed and thrust his hips again as Viggo took hold of his cock. The hot flesh felt perfect in his palm and he held it for a moment, letting Orlando get used to the feel of being touched there for the first time. He lifted his head slightly, checking that Orlando was okay. What he saw made his own cock jerk. Orlando lay with his head thrown back, swollen lips open and panting, and his eyes dark with want.
"My Lord?" It was both a question and a plea.
Viggo nodded reassuringly. "Just feel, blossom…." He kissed Orlando again and began to stroke the hard cock with firm strokes, root to head, swirling his thumb in the crystal droplets now weeping freely from the tip. He was amazed at how good it felt to do this, to bring such pleasure to the boy in his arms. It didn't take long - between Orlando's inexperience and state of arousal, and Viggo's skilful pleasuring, Orlando was soon shaking and panting as his body grew rigid and then convulsed helplessly in ecstasy, his breathy cries ringing out. Viggo soothed the pulsing flesh through the contractions and tremors of completion before carefully wiping Orlando clean with a nearby swatch of silk. He stripped the ivory pants from Orlando's long legs and held him close.
Orlando continued to pant and Viggo stroked and comforted him, scattering kisses across his face until he grew calm once more.
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Continue to Part Three
by
Bluespirit
Pairing: VM/OB
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It's the Old West & Viggo is a champion endurance rider.
Warning: AU
Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. The author is not making any claims as to the real life sexualities or preferences of the people portrayed here. This is purely for entertainment, not profit.
Notes:
1. This story draws inspiration from Hidalgo but is most definitely a fantasy. ♥
2. Thanks go, as always, to my wonderful beta
xanthefic for her hard work & support. Thanks also to the awesome vagabondage for checking there were no lurking 'Brit-isms' & to the rest of the 'poker gang' for their help. And finally, a huge thank you & choc chip cookie mountain to my personal fic-ness trainer & slash motivational coach, pirate_hussies for her tireless 3. Grateful hugs to everyone who has endured my obsessive word count for this fic. Just in the interests of completeness : grand total = 16,450! *runs away*
4. Kind feedback is very welcome, thank you. ♥
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Scattered Hearts
by
Bluespirit
Previously:~
Viggo squared his shoulders and stepped into the tent…and felt the breath catch in his throat. The interior of the tent was bathed in the soft light of a host of oil lamps and there, kneeling in the centre of the room, was the most beautiful young man that Viggo had ever seen.
He was dressed simply, in nothing but a pair of loosely fitting silk pants, the ivory fabric almost translucent in the lamplight. His honeyed skin shone warmly as if oiled and thick gold cuffs sat snugly against finely boned wrists. The only other adornment to his natural beauty was a scattering of pearls in the lush, brown curls that cascaded down the long muscles of the boy's naked back.
Viggo let out a breath and the kneeling figure looked up, his face so achingly perfect that Viggo felt sure that he was looking at an angel. He found himself ensnared by dark, bewitching eyes. He knew those eyes; he had seen them before - that night in the Sheikh's tent - and they had haunted him ever since. Before he could even begin to put a thought into words the vision before him spoke, his voice as soft and beguiling as a dream.
"Good evening, my Lord of the Fire. My name is Orlando. I am the Jewel of the Desert…I am *yours*, my Lord."
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Chapter Two
Viggo just gaped at the young man. This was the Jewel of the Desert? The Jewel was a *person*? His prize was…the impossibly beautiful boy calmly kneeling at his feet? Viggo snapped his mouth closed and stared. He couldn't think straight - this couldn't be right.
"W-what did you just say, boy?" He asked hoarsely, hoping that he didn't sound too harsh.
"My name is Orlando, my Lord," the boy said, his lilting voice caressing Viggo's senses. He spoke with barely the trace of an accent and the cadence was rich and soothing. "I am the Jewel of the Desert - I am yours, my Lord."
"Mine?" Viggo couldn't believe it. He took off his Stetson and ran a hand raggedly through his hair.
"Your consort. My father did not explain, my Lord?"
"Consort? Wait, your *father*?"
"Sheikh Omar Riyadh, my Lord - he is my father. He has given me to you in recognition of your mighty and honourable achievement in taming the Ocean of Fire. I am yours to command, my Lord."
"Wait," Viggo interrupted, his head swimming as he tried to understand. "Your father is the Sheikh?" The boy - *Orlando* Viggo reminded himself - was the Sheikh's son and he was the prize for winning the goddamn race? "But that's not right, I can't just own you or something. You can't be mine," Viggo said.
"You do not want me, my Lord?" Orlando asked, the pain and disappointment clear in his face and in the hesitant, almost whispered words.
Viggo felt his chest tighten. Yes, he wanted him. He wanted this beautiful, exotic creature kneeling at his feet like he'd never wanted anything in his whole life before and the sudden realisation shocked him to the core. He couldn't explain it but it was like there was a connection, some kind of invisible lasso - and he'd been roped, hogtied and was being reeled in. His hands ached where they were balled into fists to stop himself from just reaching out and touching. Touching that glowing bronzed skin…those tantalising curls - he wanted to bury his face in them and see if they smelled as good as they looked. And hell, that sweet pink mouth - he wanted to taste those ripe lips and drink his fill. Honey, the boy would taste like honey - he was certain. But he couldn't do that - no matter how much he wanted. He couldn't just take what he wanted because someone said that the boy was his.
"It's not that, boy…Orlando," Viggo said, hating the crushed look on the beautiful face and needing to explain. "Your father can't just give you to me. I can't win you in some damn race!"
"But you can - you have, my Lord," Orlando stated calmly. "It is the tradition of my people, the way of our ancestors. I have been chosen for this privilege since before I was born, my Lord. I have been raised to be the Jewel of the Desert. It is my purpose, my destiny and an honour which I embrace. All my life I have known that on reaching my eighteenth year I will belong to the Lord of the Fire - a great man, a man of strength and integrity who will tame the desert and claim me as his own. I am yours, my Lord, to do with as you will."
Viggo felt his resolve weakening. He wanted what was being offered but it didn't seem right. He thought back to that night in the Sheikh's tent. Those soulful dark eyes had looked sad, maybe even scared. Had Orlando been standing there, looking at the man he might be given to, and feeling afraid? Afraid of him or just afraid of being given away to a stranger?
"I saw you - the night before the race, in your father's tent," Viggo said hoarsely. "I saw your eyes, Orlando - you were frightened. Frightened of me. I can't just claim you, especially when you're afraid of me, this isn't right."
"No, my Lord!" Orlando exclaimed, those same eyes now wide and begging to be believed. "I was not afraid of you - I could never be afraid of you for I have wanted you for as long as I can remember."
Viggo felt even more confused and dropped to his knees before the boy. He looked into Orlando's eyes, searching for something - he needed to understand. "What do you mean?"
Orlando looked down, a faint warmth spreading across impossibly chiselled cheekbones. In that moment Viggo knew that he wanted to hold him, kiss that heat away…and never let go. It was crazy; the world didn't work like this - a tired old cowboy didn't just get handed a young, beautiful gift like Orlando. He gathered his thoughts and listened as Orlando continued to explain.
"My father is a wonderful man, a wise and fair ruler of our people and a kind - and often over indulgent - parent," Orlando said, his nose wrinkling adorably as he smiled. "From the day that I was born he has spoilt me. Please do not misunderstand me - my father loves all his children but with me, well, he has always spent that little more time. He has always called me his Jewel and taken great pride and comfort in knowing that my fate is to be bonded with a valiant, good man - the Lord of the Fire." Orlando looked up at him longingly before continuing with his story. "All of my life I have loved horses and my father would take me out onto the great plains of his kingdom and we would ride together for hours. As I grew he began to tell me stories of the heroes of history and then to read to me from books. He recalled tales of a great rider in a far away land - a man of honour who was revered for his adventures and courage." Orlando paused and smiled shyly. "It was you, my Lord, of whom my father spoke - Viggo Mortensen: Cowboy Legend and American Hero. From that time onward I wished for that man - for you - to battle the Ocean of Fire and claim me as his…as *your* own. I longed with all my being to become your consort. My father knew of my desire and approved of you."
"But you couldn't know that I'd come? Or win? Any of the other riders might have won," Viggo said, his head spinning.
Orlando lowered his eyes shyly, long dark lashes fanning out against unblemished skin. "I did know, my Lord - it is written, it is your destiny. Just as I have always known that my destiny is to be yours…forever."
Viggo still didn't understand. "But why did you look so frightened - that night in the tent?"
"Ah, that. I had slipped away from Jaffar, my guard and protector, because I wished to see you. Once I was old enough to read, I devoured every book that I could find about you. So when I heard that you were here with my father I couldn't let you go out into the Ocean of Fire without first looking upon you, even if only for a moment - I *had* to see you. And when I did my heart filled with joy, for I discovered that not only were you a noble man, my Lord, but also handsome and strong. My every wish had been fulfilled and yet I grew frightened, for I knew the hardships which you must face. Please understand, I was not afraid of you, my Lord. But I was afraid *for* you. The desert is a harsh place and though I knew in my heart that you would triumph, I was still worried for the trials that you would endure. My father was as indulgent as ever with my less than proper behaviour, though I did receive quite the telling off from Jaffar - he has been my guard since birth and is very protective of me. He was most unhappy that I had managed to evade his watchful eye and steal away to my father's tent to gaze upon you. He is always concerned for my safety. He says that I can be too headstrong and am apt to take risks. It is not seemly for the Jewel of the Desert to be out without a chaperone." Orlando gave a small, self-deprecating laugh, a light, harmonious sound almost like music. Viggo found himself becoming entranced by this magical creature but he was still unsure.
"But, but…you don't mind? Don't mind that your father has just given you to me? A total stranger?"
Orlando looked up and smiled sweetly. "But you are not a stranger, my Lord. I have known you all of my life. I know that sounds strange and I cannot explain how, but there are unknown forces beyond the realms of mortal man, and it is true nonetheless. I know you, my Lord - I always have. And though my role as your consort dictates that I bind myself to you in body…I also give to you my soul…and my heart - for surely they have been yours all along." Orlando spoke quietly but a fire flashed deep within his smoky eyes as he made the vow.
Viggo felt his resolve finally crumble. The boy wanted him, was offering himself freely. And lord above, Viggo wanted him too. And not just for the pleasures of his body - though he was sure they'd be many - no, he wanted more. He could imagine the two of them sitting and talking, perhaps reading by the fireside at his ranch, or riding together, side by side on the prairie. It was foolish - the daydreams of a lunatic perhaps - but he wanted it. He wanted it all. But he had to be sure. He had always tried to be a good man - the honourable man that the Sheikh and Orlando seemed to think him. So he had to be sure that this was the right thing, that he wouldn't hurt the exquisite young man kneeling before him.
"You really want this? Want me?"
"I do, my Lord. With all my heart," Orlando said quietly but firmly.
Viggo sat motionless, trying to think and understand. It was like being given a gift that he'd never realised that he'd wanted but now couldn't bear to lose. Right or not, he wanted Orlando. He didn't know about destiny or whatever it was that Orlando was talking about - fate, maybe - but he knew that he felt something for this boy, despite having only just met him. By nature he wasn't a fanciful man and yet this boy affected him deeply. He shook his head and sighed, staring at the perfection before him as he tried to make sense of it all.
Orlando bowed his head and lowered his eyes at the deep sigh. "Do I not p-please you, my Lord?" He whispered sadly. "Do you not want me?"
The utter misery of the words tore through Viggo. He took a deep breath. The Lakota had a saying, 'Hearts may be scattered upon the winds until they find their true home'. It felt like he'd been chasing the wind all his life, maybe it was time that he stopped thinking so damn much and just followed it home.
He reached out and gently placed a hand under Orlando's chin, the warmth and softness of the skin sending a tingle along his fingertips. He lifted until he could look into dark eyes, now moist with unshed tears. "You do please me, Orlando," he murmured softly. "Very much."
At that moment Viggo knew that he would strive every day of his life to see the radiant smile lighting Orlando's beautiful face. Happiness shone from the boy and Viggo mirrored that joy with a wide smile of his own. "Lord help me, but you *do* please me, boy. More than I can say…a-and…I do want you."
"Then take me, my Lord, for I am yours."
The softly spoken invitation broke the dam of Viggo's emotions and all thought burst from him save for making this boy his. He stroked the long column of Orlando's throat and slipped his fingers into the thick curls at the nape of his neck. Viggo urged Orlando closer until their lips were no more than a breath apart. "Can I kiss you?" Viggo asked, his breath skittering across the lush mouth so tantalisingly close.
Orlando moaned, a low needy sound that made Viggo's breath hitch and his cock twitch. "P-please, my Lord," Orlando murmured, "before I die of wanting you.…"
The incendiary words were all it took to torch the tinder of Viggo's need and he pulled Orlando close, caressing his hair and wrapping an arm around his slim waist. Their lips finally touched and Viggo felt himself consumed by heat and flame, fire flickering along every nerve as the sweet mouth below him moulded itself to his will. He licked at the full lips, coaxing them to part, and groaned deep in his chest as his tongue pushed into the sweetness of Orlando's mouth. Honey, the boy really did taste like honey. Viggo licked and explored, groaning again as a hesitant tongue slid delicately along his own. He felt a tremor as Orlando moaned softly, slowly returning his caresses, and it was then that it hit him; the boy had never done this before. Orlando had never been kissed. Viggo gradually pulled away, smiling as Orlando followed. He stroked the silken skin of Orlando's neck soothingly.
"Orlando?" Viggo whispered, their lips still touching. "Is this your first kiss?" He felt Orlando pull back a little but kept a hold of his waist, not wanting the boy to go too far. Wide eyes looked up at him shyly, a rosy stain colouring the perfect skin of Orlando's cheeks.
"Yes, my Lord," Orlando said softly. "I am chaste…untouched." He blinked nervously and a tiny pulse fluttered beneath Viggo's fingertips. "I have never b-been with another. I am pure. Everything that I am is yours."
Viggo felt heat rush through him at the innocent confession but tried to smile reassuringly. He was overwhelmed by the trust shining from Orlando's dark eyes and decided then and there to do everything that he could to deserve that trust. He could feel his cock throbbing, already hard and aching from just one kiss, but tamped down his desire. That could wait. For now he had to think of Orlando, think of the enormous gift that he was being offered. He knew that he had to take things slowly and make sure that he didn't scare or upset the boy by moving too quickly. Orlando may have been offering himself willingly but he was an innocent, still a virgin - in every sense - and Viggo knew that he needed to be treated with care and gentleness. Viggo didn't have much experience with making love - hell, he'd never done it - all he'd ever done was fuck, finding the nearest warm, willing body when the loneliness got too much. Orlando deserved more than that; he was like a flighty young colt that needed to be soothed - Viggo had to gradually get him used to his touch. He had to take his time and be patient, Orlando was special. He wanted this to be good, wanted the boy to remember it - for the rest of their lives together. 'Cus he sure couldn't see himself giving Orlando up after this - one kiss had sealed the deal for him - the boy really was his now. And he intended to keep him forever. It was a silent vow but one that Viggo was determined to make good on.
"That's okay, everything's gonna be okay." Viggo ran his knuckles down the impossibly soft skin of Orlando's cheek and traced the outline of his lush lips with a gentle fingertip. Orlando's mouth opened slightly and a hesitant tongue lapped shyly at his finger. Viggo almost groaned as he felt his cock jerk in reaction but he tried to ignore the insistent flesh and concentrate on taking things slowly. He smiled encouragingly and replaced his finger with his mouth, pressing a soft kiss to the alluring lips.
"How about we get a mite more comfortable?" Viggo asked, nodding towards the low bed with its sumptuous cushions.
Orlando ducked his head for a moment before smiling. "I would like that, my Lord."
"Me too," Viggo said, keeping his arm around Orlando's waist as they both stood. The boy was barefoot, standing a few inches shorter than him and he looked up demurely from under sooty lashes. He really was stunning, with a strong nose and jaw line, and such a tempting, sweet mouth. Viggo smiled, still not quite believing that this was happening - that this beautiful boy was really his - and then gave in to the succulent lips before him, taking them in a kiss that left them both breathless. "Come with me," he murmured, taking Orlando by the hand and leading him to the bed. Once there he quickly shucked off his boots and gun belt.
"What do you wish of me, my Lord? I am afraid that I have little knowledge of how to please a man but I will do whatever you desire. I hope that I will not disappoint you."
Viggo felt his cock lurch at the guileless words. The boy obviously had no idea how appealing he - and his innocence - was. "Don't you worry about that. We'll take our time," Viggo said gently. "Just let me take care of you, okay?"
"But it is my duty to serve you, my Lord. To bring you pleasure."
Viggo trailed his fingers through the dense curls at Orlando's neck. "Oh, you will bring me pleasure, blossom - you already do and I want to do the same for you. I want to touch you, taste you - is that all right?"
Orlando's breathing grew more rapid, the pulse point at his throat fluttering erratically, and he nodded quickly. "Oh, yes, my Lord. Please…."
Viggo drew him closer, feeling the lithe body trembling in his arms. "You're not afraid of me, are you?" He asked softly.
"Never, my Lord," Orlando shook his head, silky curls teasing at Viggo's skin. "Though I am…nervous - I wish so very much to please you and yet know that I am unskilled in the ways of love-making. But I am eager to learn. My heart is racing in anticipation of becoming yours completely. I have waited so long for you, my Lord, please do not make me wait any longer."
Viggo groaned inwardly. The boy had no idea how difficult he was making it for him to keep control and not just throw him down and fuck him hard. He took another breath, he had a feeling he'd need to do that a lot before the night was out. But he was going to do this right.
Viggo stroked a hand down the downy skin of Orlando's back. "S'okay, blossom…everything's gonna be okay." He nuzzled at a delicate ear lobe, enjoying the shiver that ran through the supple body so close to his. He pressed a soft kiss to Orlando's cheek and then kissed a path down the elegant column of his throat before moving back up to the other ear for a final touch. Orlando shivered again, letting out a tiny moan and Viggo took the parted lips gently with his own, allowing the kiss to grow in intensity until their tongues were wrapped together in an intricate dance. Without breaking the kiss, Viggo carefully lowered Orlando to the bed, settling them on their sides, their mouths still locked together. They stayed like this for an age until Viggo finally pulled away, needing to cool things off a little as his aching cock pulsed demandingly in his pants.
Orlando's mouth was reddened and kiss-bruised as he lay back gasping on the bed and Viggo had to fight not to dive straight back in for more of the honeyed sweetness.
"Oh, my Lord," Orlando murmured, his eyes dark and alive with need. "You make me feel like nothing I can explain…I have never felt this way before."
Viggo winked and grinned at the artless smile lighting the boy's face. "Just you wait…."
He trailed his hand lightly across Orlando's collarbones, a gentle finger circling each peak before moving lower. Orlando's chest was hairless and as smooth as satin, the burnished skin glimmering in the warm glow of the oil lamps. Viggo dipped his head and kissed the soft skin, licking a teasing path to first one hard nipple and then the other. He heard a startled gasp and looked up to see Orlando staring at him with wide eyes.
"Feels good, huh?" Viggo asked, darting another lick to each juicy nipple. Even the boy's skin was sweet.
"V-very, my Lord," Orlando moaned and Viggo could see the boy's cock filling and beginning to strain against the flimsy fabric of his pants. "My Lord?"
"Hmmm," Viggo lapped at Orlando's nipples some more, smiling as he watched the gossamer covered cock twitch with each motion of his tongue. The boy was so damn responsive.
"Could I…? Um, may I…?"
"What do you want, blossom?" Viggo asked gently, mindful of the boy's hesitancy.
"May I touch you, my Lord? I would be honoured to do so," Orlando murmured, his cheeks warming as he ducked his head shyly.
Viggo smiled, the thought of those graceful hands on his body making his blood pound. "'Course you can. How about I take my shirt off? That be okay with you?"
"Oh, please, my Lord…may I do it?"
Orlando's eyes shone with excitement and Viggo lay back on the deep mattress and smiled. "Whatever you want, blossom."
Orlando smiled gratefully and sat up, carefully reaching out and unbuttoning the worn fabric of the shirt. As each button was undone, Orlando tentatively touched the newly exposed skin. Viggo felt each touch like a brand and breathed in deeply, shocked at how arousing a simple touch could be. His wayward cock throbbed dully again and he tried to ignore it and enjoy the almost innocent touches to his chest and belly. When all the buttons were finally undone, Orlando spread the shirt open and smiled, his eyes wide and appreciative as he slipped it from Viggo's shoulders and carefully placed it on the floor.
"You are so beautiful, my Lord, so handsome," Orlando whispered, trailing gentle fingers across Viggo's skin and tentatively stroking a hardened nipple.
Viggo drew in a sharp breath as the touch sizzled deliciously across his skin. Orlando immediately drew his hand away and lowered his head.
"Forgive me, my Lord. I did not intend to cause you pain." The boy's voice shook.
"Hey, it's all right," Viggo crooned, taking Orlando's hand and placing it firmly on his chest again. "You're doing good. Real good, so don't worry. You didn't hurt me, blossom - just the opposite!"
Orlando opened his mouth, his lush lips forming a silent 'oh' and then he smiled mischievously. "Then I may continue, my Lord?"
"Absolutely," Viggo winked and then drew in another shaky breath as Orlando leant forward and dropped a teasing kiss to his chest. The boy was a quick study, that was for sure.
Orlando swirled his tongue across the firm muscles, seemingly worshipping the tanned skin and reddened nipples. He looked up questioningly and trailed his fingertips through the wiry hair in the valley of Viggo's chest. "You are very masculine, um…here…"
"You mean I have a hairy chest?" Viggo chuckled and stroked Orlando's chest, the bare skin as smooth as porcelain.
"Yes," Orlando nodded, looking a little anxious.
"What's the matter, blossom?" Viggo asked, pulling Orlando to him, his skin tingling and scorched wherever they touched. Everything about this boy drove him wild and made his pulse race but he was determined to take it at an easy pace. No point trying to gallop before you could trot. "Don't you like it?"
"Oh no, my Lord. I do like it - you are very manly. You look how a man should…I am, um…I fear that I am lacking and that you will find me unattractive," Orlando murmured miserably, dropping his head to Viggo's shoulder.
"Look at me, Orlando," Viggo instructed softly and the boy's head shot up, his obedience immediate. "There's nothing wrong with the way that you look. You're beautiful and I wouldn't change a single thing about you." He nodded as Orlando's eyes widened in surprise. "You're perfect just the way you are. You know what I thought when I first saw you? Kneeling over there?" Orlando shook his head. "I thought you were an angel. Thought that I must a died and gone to heaven to look at something as pretty as you."
Orlando smiled tentatively. "That it how I felt when seeing you for the first time, my Lord. You are the most beautiful man that I have ever seen, could ever have dreamt of…." He stroked Viggo's face gently, just skimming the pads of his fingers across the slight growth of beard that Viggo hadn't had time to scrape away before his visit to the Sheikh.
Viggo mirrored the touch, the skin of Orlando's jaw line feeling as soft as satin. "Well, I don't know about that but as long as you don't mind putting up with this old cowboy…."
Orlando giggled, an intoxicating sound that Viggo found himself wanting to hear forever more. "You are not old, my Lord!"
"Older than you."
"Distinguished, my Lord." Orlando giggled again. "And very, *very* handsome!"
"Ah, well, as long as you're happy," Viggo grinned, delighting in the boy's energy. He pulled him closer, rolling them over until they lay on their sides again, facing one other. "That's all that counts, blossom." He kissed the still giggling mouth and stroked the lean muscles of Orlando's back. As his hands moved lower and brushed across the firm, silk covered globes of Orlando's ass, the giggles soon turned to sighs and moans. Despite the layers between them, he could feel the heat of Orlando's cock against his hip, growing harder as their bodies pressed together. He slowly pulled his mouth away, peppering tiny kisses to Orlando's cheeks and neck before pushing him to lie flat on the bed. He continued with the kisses, covering every inch of satin-soft skin with butterfly touches as he moved down the lithe body, caressing and kissing all the way. He paused when he reached Orlando's flat belly, noticing for the first time a small tattooed sun, fiery flames radiating from its centre. "What's this?" He asked, tracing the patterned ink curiously with his fingertips.
"Your mark, my Lord," Orlando answered simply, as if it explained everything.
"*My* mark?"
"The mark of the Lord of the Fire. It was placed upon me when I was but a child to signify to all that I was your consort - that I was the Jewel of the Desert. I bear it with pride, my Lord and have done so during all my years of waiting and longing for you."
Viggo kissed the yellow and red ink, and smiled. "I'm here now."
"Yes, you are," Orlando whispered breathily, his eyes darkening with desire. "Please? Make me yours, my Lord."
Viggo pushed his hips against the mattress, his cock straining against his pants. If the boy carried on like this he didn't know if he'd be able to control himself. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply.
"My Lord?"
Viggo kissed the taut belly again and looked up. "S'okay, blossom. We're getting there."
Orlando wriggled a little, the movement sending delicious aftershocks tingling along Viggo's nerves. "Could we get there a little more quickly, my Lord?"
Viggo laughed at the gentle teasing, captivated by the boy's spirit. "Oh, you're gonna be trouble, I can just see that!" He chuckled, ghosting his fingers across Orlando's sides and making him squirm and giggle. He moved up and pulled the still laughing boy closer, swallowing the giggles in a deep kiss. He pushed into Orlando's mouth and coaxed the boy's tongue back into his own, sucking on it gently. Orlando's wriggling changed and soon he was pushing rhythmically against Viggo and letting out breathy little moans that made Viggo's heart beat faster. Viggo broke their kiss as he reached between them and placed his hand at the waistband of the flimsy silk pants that Orlando wore. He paused and saw Orlando nod and push his hips upward, begging for more. Slipping his hand inside he stroked the dusky curls at Orlando's groin before lowering the pants and freeing his straining cock. The boy was even beautiful here, his long slender shaft arching up towards Viggo's hand. Orlando hissed and thrust his hips again as Viggo took hold of his cock. The hot flesh felt perfect in his palm and he held it for a moment, letting Orlando get used to the feel of being touched there for the first time. He lifted his head slightly, checking that Orlando was okay. What he saw made his own cock jerk. Orlando lay with his head thrown back, swollen lips open and panting, and his eyes dark with want.
"My Lord?" It was both a question and a plea.
Viggo nodded reassuringly. "Just feel, blossom…." He kissed Orlando again and began to stroke the hard cock with firm strokes, root to head, swirling his thumb in the crystal droplets now weeping freely from the tip. He was amazed at how good it felt to do this, to bring such pleasure to the boy in his arms. It didn't take long - between Orlando's inexperience and state of arousal, and Viggo's skilful pleasuring, Orlando was soon shaking and panting as his body grew rigid and then convulsed helplessly in ecstasy, his breathy cries ringing out. Viggo soothed the pulsing flesh through the contractions and tremors of completion before carefully wiping Orlando clean with a nearby swatch of silk. He stripped the ivory pants from Orlando's long legs and held him close.
Orlando continued to pant and Viggo stroked and comforted him, scattering kisses across his face until he grew calm once more.
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Continue to Part Three